I revealed the stark
anatomy of my thought,
so you could trace
its arteries back
to the throbbing source.
Yet you honed my words
to a scalpel's edge,slipped it
between ribs, twisted flesh,
turned away, and left me
alone with a rotting corpse.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
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